Sara - Part 1 (My First Boobs Experience)
I am a 35-year regular Indian man. I am 5’11” tall, decent looking and well-educated. I used to be lean and fit but I have gained some weight due to my love for whiskey, good food and lack of exercise. I have a normal straight penis measuring over 5 inches. This is my the story of my first ever experience as a teenager. I was in class 12. I have had girlfriends in the past, but had never moved past kissing or making out passionately. This story is about my girlfriend at the time. We will call her Sara (name changed as I don’t want to even remotely violate anyone’s privacy, especially since we are still good friends). Sara is good looking. She was considered hot by my friends. In fact, 2 of my friends really had the hots for her. As a short 5-foot girl, she had a petite girl’s body (she is filled in a little now, but she is still petite). I don’t remember her stats now but she had small breasts just big enough to fill my hands. She had a flat stomach with a bellybutton pierced-ring that looked hot in t-shirts and a small yet well-rounded butt that suited her size. She used to dress well and casually outside and wear t-shirts and pajamas at home. Sara was a few months older than me. We lived in the same building and had the same friends. She was a friend too. I was dating someone else at the time when we met. After my break up with my last girlfriend, I was a little distracted and had trouble sleeping (teeny over emotions). Sara saw that I was disturbed highly and wasn’t handling things well. So she asked me to take a walk with her and talk with her. She asked me why am I so upset. I told her that I really liked my ex-girlfriend. The truth was my ex-girlfriend was extremely pretty but one of those girls who is totally into looks and appearances and makeup. She was a surface girl without any depth, but then again, we were kids. She is a social worker now but the conversations are still pretty superficial. I wasn’t really into her, she realized it and we called it quits. Being the first breakup, I didn’t know how to handle my emotions. Sara: So what, I have had boyfriends. You will have more girlfriends. Why are you behaving as if it is the end of the world? You are a good looking boy. Me: Thanks. Sara: I am not kidding, you are a good looking boy, you are smart and intelligent. You will have plenty of girls later, you will see. Me: I am not insecure about that, I am just feeling low. Sara: Dude, listen. There is no reason to feel low. You are going to be fine. (She started a little friendly flirting to make me feel better) Sara: I would totally be your girl if we weren’t such good friends. We both laughed. The conversation became normal. Over the next few weeks, we hang out a lot in the evenings. My friend asked me if something was happening but I told him nothing was. We actually were just friends. Then he asked, “Well, she told my girl that she really likes you. But she is the kind of girl who won’t make the first move”. I thought he was kidding and told him to stop pulling my leg. He said he was serious and his girlfriend told him. I thought about it, but I didn’t want to jeopardize our friendship so didn’t act on it. Sara was cute and hot, why risk it with so many common friends. One day, Sara and I were chilling in her room listening to some music. There were 2 beds, lined up in L-shape along the wall, to give the room more open space in between. Delhi weather in November used to be chilly and Sara was wearing a shawl with t-shirt and tracks underneath. The room had a heater, so the shawl was pretty loose around her neck. Lying if different beds, with our heads close together in the L-shape, I saw what every 18-year-old raging hormones guy likes. Her shawl was loose, so was her t-shirt. But I could see deep into her t-shirt because of the way she was lying down. I could see a LOT of her breasts because she wasn’t wearing any bra (she was home covered in a shawl). Sara was saying something but I lost track. I was a young guy seeing breasts for the first time. I had seen porn and a lot of Playboy magazines, but this was the first time I saw boobs in front of me. Sara: … I was looking at her boobs and not knowing what she was saying. Sara: P! I asked you a question! Me: Yes yes. (Still looking at her breasts, mesmerized). Sara thought something was off and looked at me. She saw I was staring at her boobs and realized I could see most of them because of the way she was lying. Sara: …. I was still not paying attention to what she was saying. Sara (poking me with her finger): I am talking to you, dumb ass. Done ogling? Me (coming back to my senses): Oh sorry. (Awkwardly) I didn’t mean to stare. Sara (adjusting her t-shirt properly): I understood you were distracted when I asked you what you wanted to eat and you replied, “Yes yes.” Me: Sorry. Just seeing breasts for the first time in person. I have seen them in porn and all and tons of cleavage, but never so much boobs. I got lost. Sara: and turned on (pointing to my crotch area of my tracks which had a tent coming up) Ha ha. Nice to see. Me: Oh sorry ya. (Turning and adjusting) Sara: Don’t apologize. It is natural..(pause) ..and a little flattering. Me: Flattering? Sara: Oh, come on. I know you know I have a crush on you. S (my friend’s girlfriend) told me he told you. Good to know I turn you on. Me: You are kidding me. I get turned on just by looking at you walk from behind. Sara: Oh really.. So you look at my butt when I am walking. Me: And apparently your boobs too. Sara (laughing): Ha. What else about me turns you on? Me: Your lips. I really like your lips. They look beautiful. Sara: You mean these turn you on? She leaned forward and started kissing me – pecks in the start and then a smooch. We smooched for about 2 minutes with only lips. Then I felt her tongue parting my lips and entering my mouth.